Young men's love then lies not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!

I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.

Britain is A world by itself, and we will nothing pay For wearing our own noses.

Come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy, That one short minute gives me in her sight

Hast any philosophy in thee shepherd? .• • • • . . . He that wants money, means and content, is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes of a very dull kindred.

This is his uncle's teaching, this Worcester, Malevolent to you In all aspects, Which makes him prune himself and bristle up The crest of youth against your dignity.